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Monday Morning
Jan. 31st, 2005 06:09 amStill feeling tired, almost to the point of being overwhelmed.
No, "overwhelmed" is right. I was contemplating withdrawing from school.
But I went online and read the description for my program again, which made me feel better about what I'm doing there.
It's work that's the primary source of pain right now. I took the job because I need the money. But I also took it because I thought it was going to leave me the time and energy to pursue what I really want to do. That's not happening right now.
Not that I'm helping any. I'm not using good relaxation (or productivity) methods at home. Playing mindless solitaire-type games on the computer is not conducive to anything but brain rot.
But yesterday The Daughter and I spent the day together on an outing to Whidbey Island, which was fun, and she appreciated because we haven't had enough time doing things together. I appreciated it for the same reason. Then we stopped at Target and bought two plastic filing/storage units and we re-organized her desk. I finally realized that when I ask her to "clean up" she simply stuffs things into drawers. There's no organization, no sense of order. Nor of value. Everything gets stuffed in together: dolls, artwork, glue, scraps of used paper, books. . . Unfortunately, she gets her sense of housekeeping from both her parents. And it took me a very long time to realize that when she did "clean up" she was doing the equivalent of pushing the dust under the rug. Her desk is under control and there are still a couple of drawers left. Next project: tackling the five-drawer dresser in her closet.
I am still very tired. I tried to read the Gospel of Luke over the weekend and was utterly bored and detached. I didn't do last week's homework, or this week's. I could probably do last week's page tonight, but I have nothing of substance to say about the differences between the Jesus's of Matthew and Luke, which is this week's assignment. (But if I put even a teaspoon of effort into it this evening I can probably come up with something that will be entirely acceptable to this prof.) I tried to edit three articles by one of the most enthusiastic but least talented writers for the newsletter, and gave up in frustration. I was going to make time signal signs for the kick-off meeting, but completely forgot.
I think I need to take a vacation day or two and just get caught up. I'd like to take tomorrow, so I can try again to prepare for Tuesday night's class, but unfortunately we have the Road Show Kick-Off at work, an all-day rah-rah/educational session for everyone in my division, and as a member of the senior team and the semi-official communications support person, there is no way I could miss it. The Road Show itself will be virtually the same program repeated at our three centers: in Bensalem (PA), LaGrange (GA) and Aurora (CO) during the week of the 14th, and I will literally be "on the road" all that week.
Maybe I'll take Thursday and Friday off this week.
No, "overwhelmed" is right. I was contemplating withdrawing from school.
But I went online and read the description for my program again, which made me feel better about what I'm doing there.
It's work that's the primary source of pain right now. I took the job because I need the money. But I also took it because I thought it was going to leave me the time and energy to pursue what I really want to do. That's not happening right now.
Not that I'm helping any. I'm not using good relaxation (or productivity) methods at home. Playing mindless solitaire-type games on the computer is not conducive to anything but brain rot.
But yesterday The Daughter and I spent the day together on an outing to Whidbey Island, which was fun, and she appreciated because we haven't had enough time doing things together. I appreciated it for the same reason. Then we stopped at Target and bought two plastic filing/storage units and we re-organized her desk. I finally realized that when I ask her to "clean up" she simply stuffs things into drawers. There's no organization, no sense of order. Nor of value. Everything gets stuffed in together: dolls, artwork, glue, scraps of used paper, books. . . Unfortunately, she gets her sense of housekeeping from both her parents. And it took me a very long time to realize that when she did "clean up" she was doing the equivalent of pushing the dust under the rug. Her desk is under control and there are still a couple of drawers left. Next project: tackling the five-drawer dresser in her closet.
I am still very tired. I tried to read the Gospel of Luke over the weekend and was utterly bored and detached. I didn't do last week's homework, or this week's. I could probably do last week's page tonight, but I have nothing of substance to say about the differences between the Jesus's of Matthew and Luke, which is this week's assignment. (But if I put even a teaspoon of effort into it this evening I can probably come up with something that will be entirely acceptable to this prof.) I tried to edit three articles by one of the most enthusiastic but least talented writers for the newsletter, and gave up in frustration. I was going to make time signal signs for the kick-off meeting, but completely forgot.
I think I need to take a vacation day or two and just get caught up. I'd like to take tomorrow, so I can try again to prepare for Tuesday night's class, but unfortunately we have the Road Show Kick-Off at work, an all-day rah-rah/educational session for everyone in my division, and as a member of the senior team and the semi-official communications support person, there is no way I could miss it. The Road Show itself will be virtually the same program repeated at our three centers: in Bensalem (PA), LaGrange (GA) and Aurora (CO) during the week of the 14th, and I will literally be "on the road" all that week.
Maybe I'll take Thursday and Friday off this week.
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